Stolen Glances
hey guys!! hahaha... :D i decided not to follow the chronological order of my life... hehehe... I'll just write whatever memory would visit me... :D hehehe... :D well... that's life... :D
anyways... here's another thing that happened during the real 2nd week of our class... :D hehehe... :D (kilig jud ku du!!) hahahah... :D i don't know... I just felt it would be a good plot for this story... :D hehehe... :D
review please... :D hehhe... i wanna know what you think... :D
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT characters blah2x... :D hehhe... :D
It's yet another vacant time of ours on a Tuesday, no English; no stupid daydreaming for me. As I was saying, it's yet another long vacant time on a Tuesday and I, along with my 3 other friends, are strolling towards anywhere that would lead us. Walking has been our best way to kill time, other than spending a large amount of money and eating.
After some time, two of my friends decided to do something else other than to walk around the school, marvelling it to the God-knows-what time. One decided to go to the library and read about some nerdy pocketbooks he could see. The other wanted to go to his other former classmates and chat for some time. So I and Momo were the only ones left, walking at a stupid manner around the school.
"Echizen, I'm still wondering what happens to you in ever English class. I've never seen you so stupid and so out-of-this-world." Momo said in a slight giggle.
"Damare… I don't want to talk about it…" I replied in a harsh, whispering manner.
"You should really change your attitude, Echizen. You're in a college institute already; being a bratty bitch won't do you any good." Momo said, slightly smirking.
"Mada mada dane, Momo-senpai. You really have no future in lecturing other people." I said, quite amused by his stupid lecture.
"You can drop the honorific; we're classmates now of equal level." Momo said. Obviously, he was racking his brain for some good come back to me, I prepared myself for that. "Anyways, back to the topic. It's that Fuji, isn't it?"
I haven't felt that coming. How could he know?! "Of course not!" I denied, feeling a pinkish blush rise to my cheeks.
"It's quite obvious, actually. Our first formal class, you were so yourself until that man walked to the front of the room and introduced him to the whole class, you were so absent-minded, so stunned, so not yourself." Momo explained in a very amused manner.
I involuntarily gasped not by Momo's startling revelation, but by the two objects that are coming at our direction. "Speaking of the devil…" Momo smirked in a very irritating manner. "Looks like you two are destined with each other." He said in his most devious smile.
"Tell him one word and I'll make sure you'll never live to see another daylight in your life!" I threatened my most threatening whisper. "Understood?!"
"Yeah…" He said, cringing. A few moments later, he ran to the two people. "Hey! Tezuka's your name, right?" Momo half-shouted to the stern-faced man walking beside Fuji.
The two engaged in a light talk that my ears have failed to pick up. I walked rather slower than what I usually do, simply because I was secretly looking at the close-eyed beauty straight ahead of me. He, too, started talking to the Momo. As I came near enough to hear their conversation clearly, they ended their talk and said their goodbyes. The man named Tezuka nodded at me while Fuji just walked past me. I felt like I was so neglected and so unwanted. But then, I considered the thought of Momo saying my little secret to them and Fuji might have felt a little bit awkward at me.
"I didn't tell them your little secret, if that's what you're thinking." Momo said, walking beside Ryoma's side. "Let's go to the Copy Station. Tezuka already gave the material to the Copy Station."
"Fine." I said, walking towards the Copy Station.
We waited for a very long inside the establishment for our copy of our English Syllabus. I could have aged in that establishment! A lot of people were copying an entire textbook! Well, we got out in time for our next class, with 5 minutes to spare.
The next class after our long vacant time was our Computer Literacy Class. It was generally a good class, except the fact that the gay teacher would make us do extensively rigorous finger training in the form of keyboard typing or keyboarding. Nothing's really wrong with keyboarding, I rather like it, however, the fact that my fingers would crunch after the subject with pain and exhaustion makes me think twice of taking another session of the said subject. I mean, one and a half hour of nothing but flattening your ass and typing words without even feeling the essence of it would really turn your day to the worse.
Also, after class, I always have those kinds of classmates that wouldn't stop blabbing their filthy mouths of how slow they type and comparing their speed of 10 to my speed of 60 net WPM. It's not really fun suffering from their deafening voices and foul breathes even for just one second. Life is not just fair.
"Hey, Echizen! How fast did you type on the second activity?" Horio, my most wide-mouthed, foul-breathed, ego-driven classmate, said. "I typed 18 net!"
Usually, I wouldn't reply so that he would shut his mouth up, but he is just so persistent and not to mention annoying. "64…" I would say, not louder than a whisper, hoping he hadn't heard a single word.
"Whoah! That's so fast!" He shouted with his ever so loud voice. He would eventually continue babbling about how fast he used to type and how he was the fastest typist on his class when he was still on high school. Sometimes, I would think, how do his parents handle him? Maybe there are just some things that life has meant to hide.
Momo would always stop that blabbering mouth of Horio from talking to me, saying about how his other friends have gone to the nearest net café, playing those irrelevant, time-consuming, stupid net games. Eventually, Horio would run away and join the gang where he belongs, the loud ones.
"Thanks, Momo…" I said, after he drove Horio away with his alibi.
"Don't mention it." He said, leading the way to the elevator. "I'm hungry…"
"That's nothing new…" I whispered to myself, keeping in mind what he can do to me whenever provoked.
"Said something?" He asked, putting a deadly smile on his face.
"I'm hungry, too." I said quickly.
"Oh, ok." He said before turning to face the elevator. We stood idly still, waiting for the small compartment of metallic cube to open and let us in.
It took a full minute before the door to the elevator was finally on the sixth floor, which is where we had our computer class. The two metallic doors opened, and an angelic face revealed itself along with 2 other ordinary, irrelevant faces. I stood still, not knowing what to do, until Momo shouted at me to come in.
Of course, I was not about to waste other people's time to wait for me to enter the small, metallic compartment. I deliberately and carefully entered the shaft. And the metallic doors once again closed.
Have you ever felt the desire to turn your head just to satisfy your longing from someone but you just couldn't? Well, that's how I felt on that elevator shaft. I so wanted to turn my head slightly so that I could just take a split-second's view of Fuji's perfect facial characteristics, but I was so afraid that he would think I'm staring at him maliciously, and he would stay away from me.
It seemed like time has frozen itself, giving me the chance of peeking at my back and just catch a glance at the person that has been occupying my mind all the time. The seventh floor was only a level up, and the shaft seemed to have stopped to give me time to satisfy my longing for his face. I was about to tilt my head sideways, but time might have unfrozen because the bell rang, signalling that it was the seventh floor already.
"Excuse me." Fuji's voice so melodiously rang.
I stood for only a moment, staring straight ahead, and not moving one inch. It did not register to my mind that he couldn't get out of the elevator because I was so stupidly blocking his way. Momo has to pull me out of the way just so that he could pass.
"What happened to you?" Momo asked in a whisper, the amusement on his face can be clearly read even by the most illiterate person in the face of the planet.
"Damare…" I hissed, looking at him in the eye. I looked at him only for a second before looking back straight ahead of the opening. The metallic, sliding door was about to close when I noticed that Fuji was looking at me with his closed-eye smile that was so charming that one could not help but fall in love with the slender man. That was my very first glimpse of his smiling face.
That was also the only thing I remembered before everything went black. It wasn't really black; I can still see Fuji's smiling face directed at me. Of course, I fainted inside the elevator and found myself awake at the ground floor, being fanned by my friends. I have the hunger and the exhaustion from the previous subject to thank for that incident.
So... did you like it? :D hehee... :D I didn't really fainted... I just felt so... out of this world... :D hehhee... :D
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all the while... :D
-kitoyisme
